Who’s to say what is right for you, other than you.
That has become more apparent as I grapple with my changed husband. One who suffered brain injury from a brain aneurysm that had ruptured, seizures as recently as just January of this year.
Every part of me celebrates that he is still here. Peculiarities and all.
In many ways, he’s the same man.
He was absent minded before, now
he’s outright forgetful.